dreamofdarkarts

Tickle monster [the closet] 3

Added 2024-09-21 06:46:43 +0000 UTC

Eleanor had always been a giggly child, her laughter bubbling over at the slightest tickle. Her parents had found her belly button to be an endless source of amusement, a button that could make her laugh uncontrollably. Their playful pokes and prods had been a staple of her childhood, a bonding ritual that had once filled her with joy. But as the years had passed, the game had changed. Her body had grown and with it, a burgeoning sense of modesty. What was once a delightful playground for her parents' fingers had become a secret garden, a place she kept hidden from their eyes. Her navel had transformed from a symbol of carefree happiness to one of embarrassment, a tender spot that, when tickled, brought forth a blush that could rival the dawn.

But now she lays in a irreproachable dream, unwary of her nether sweatpants and her aslanted shirt leaving her inexperienced belly on display to the tickle monster's intentions that hungers for her most sensitive parts. With every rise and fall from her gentle breaths, causes the hem of her shirt to inch up her youthful midriff, revealing more of that delicate belly hole that quickly dozens in the center of her smooth tummy.